“Dana, part your robe.”
She was under no illusions. If he had to ask again she would be in trouble. A sly part of her thought that being punished by him might be fun. And it sent her libido into overdrive. She could already feel slickness seeping into her panties.
She gripped the lapels of robe and slowly parted them. She kept her gaze on his and wanted to smile when he clenched his teeth and shifted in his seat.
She’d never been embarrassed about her body, but she’d also never been so brazen. Right here, right now she worked it as much as she could. As she pulled back the cotton, she allowed her fingers to graze the tips of her distended nipples. She inhaled sharply as the sensitive tips hardened further to taut peaks.
Bastien’s husky voice urged her on. “All the way, Dana. Move the material all the way. I want to see you.”
She did as he asked, moving the robe aside and baring her breasts for his perusal.
She heard his chair creak as he moved forward slightly. He licked his lips. Watching his tongue sweep moisture over the plump pillows made her nipples tighten to the point of pain. If she touched them now she’d almost come. And she’d never been able to come from having her breasts played with.
BDSM was definitely something she’d been missing in her life.
“Your tits are amazing. Just enough to fill my hands. And your nipples, hmmm,” he licked his lower lip again, “a beautiful blushing dusky rose. Are you turned on, Dana? I think you are. Your pretty nipples are so hard. If I was sitting next to you, you know what I’d do?”
“What?” she asked in a breathy tone that she’d never heard from herself before.
“I’d roll them between my fingers. Tug gently. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
She nodded and he continued.
“Then I’d lean down and suck them into my mouth, getting them nice and wet before nipping them with my teeth.”
She felt the ghost of a biting sensation in her nipples. “Oh my god.”
“Not god, Dana. Me. Bastien. Your Dominant. I’d spend ages working your gorgeous tits until you begged me to stop, or make you come.”
She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to ease some of the delicious ache building there. All he’d done was talk to her and she’d never been more turned on.
“Bastien…” she struggled to find the right words.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
She wasn’t sure she could describe it for him. She was a pulsing mass of sensitized nerve endings. Her skin so alive even the barest touch would have her gasping. Her heart thumped against her ribcage as her blood sang with arousal.
Unable to put that into words, she said, “It feels incredible.”
His eyes blazed. If he’d been standing in front of her she was sure they’d have ignited her, the intensity ran so deep. “It gets much better,” he told her.
She hoped so. This is what she’d been waiting for.
As she looked at the screen, she wondered what he’d command of her next. And how far she would go for him.
When a few seconds passed and he didn’t say anything, embarrassment began to creep in. She sat there robe open, breasts on show. “What happens now?”
“Close your robe for me.”
She tried to keep the disappointment off her face as she re-belted her robe. She obviously failed as Bastien continued, “This was the first step. A taste. I don’t want us to do anything else online. Everything else will be in real life.”
“Okay,” she said feeling foolish for thinking the reason he’d asked her to cover up was because he found her lacking.
Bastien shook his head. “From now on, when we’re in a play session, you’ll call me Sir when responding to me. Do you understand, Dana?”
She didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on, but when he told her to call him ‘Sir’ the throbbing between her thighs increased. She’d always fantasized about calling someone Sir.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
He flashed her a devastating grin that would have made her knees weak if she hadn’t been sitting down. “Good girl. Now get some rest. It’s been long few weeks.”
They both had to be up in a few hours to open Bitter Sweet. She felt a heavy weariness settle into her bones.
She raked her hair back from her face. “Don’t I know it. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I guess you will. Good night, Dana. Sweet dreams.”
“Good night, Bastien.” She hit the end button on the video chat and slumped further back into the plush cushions of the sofa.
It looked like things in her life were about to get interesting.
* * * * *
After work the next day, Bastien slipped the key into the lock on his front door and let himself in. He whistled. Today had been a good day. He’d been worried about Dana pulling back, but there had been none. They’d been an initial awkwardness but it melted away within an hour.
He was thankful for that. He’d pushed her last night on video chat. He intended to push her much further once he got her to Decadence again.
The Dominant inside him clawed to claim what was his. Over the past few months he’d grown attached to her—more than he’d wanted to admit to himself. He was way more invested in her than he should be at this stage.
She’d come into his life like a whirlwind, showing up at Decadence just as he was thinking of settling down, then by some twist of fate, she’d given him his dream job. Dana Adams amazed him.
She was the perfect submissive for him and he was looking forward to making her his. But he knew baby steps were the way forward. Dana couldn’t handle any big declarations from him. Not yet. He needed to take it slow with her. Slow and steady.
As he moved through his apartment, he sensed something wasn’t right. He listened and heard female laughter emanating from his kitchen. When he walked in, Ruby and Nora sat at his breakfast bar drinking coffee.
“Making yourselves at home, ladies?” He asked unable to keep the hint of amusement out of his voice.
“We wanted to see how you were,” Nora said, her eyes twinkling.
“And you couldn’t have called? Texted? How did you get in my apartment anyway?”
Nora flashed him a deadpan look. “I’m a spook. I have ways and means.”
Bastien poured himself a cup of his Jamaican Blue mountain coffee that the women had brewed. “So Alex helped you break in?” He leaned back against the sink, crossed his ankles and sipped his coffee. He needed to have serious words with his friend.
Ruby slapped Nora gently on the arm. “Don’t tease him. Of course Alex didn’t break in. He wouldn’t violate your privacy like that. We borrowed Joshua’s key.”
All the guys had keys to each other’s homes, had done for years. Sometimes they’d needed to crash at each other’s pads. “And letting yourselves in isn’t violating my privacy?”
When Ruby blanched, he laughed and continued. “It’s fine. Always a pleasure to have two of my favorite submissives over to visit.”
They blushed and Bastien thought of Dana. He loved it when her cheeks colored. He couldn’t wait to see her flushed with desire, her ass cheeks glowing red from his marks again.
He shifted slightly, hoped the erection pushing against the zipper of his jeans wouldn’t be obvious to Ruby and Nora.
“I’m fine. Honestly,” he said, trying to deflect attention anywhere but his groin.
Ruby frowned. “Are you sure? We know about the Dana situation.”
He quirked a brow. “And how do you know about Dana?”
Nora looked at him through hooded eyes over her coffee. “We have ways and means.”
“And we were worried about you,” Ruby qualified. “Wanted to see if you needed any help. We know what’s it like being a new submissive. The emotions. The uncertainty. It can be overwhelming. ”
He tried not to smile. Christ, they were two mother hens pecking away at him. At some point he’d been involved in topping them both
along with their respective partners. He admired their individual beauty, but no sexual attraction lingered. He knew they loved him in the same way he loved them—like family—but when they double teamed him with the emotional shit, they were a force to be reckoned with.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as they continued talking about how he should take it slow, not rush her, or spook her in any way, and the complications of also having a working relationship.
Unable to take anymore he lifted his hand and said “Enough.”
The women immediately fell silent. He usually reserved the sharp tone for topping situations, but he knew the dominant tone would shut them up. A dirty trick but one necessary for him to get a word in edgewise. “I love you both, but you are driving me crazy. Me and Dana are fine. She’s agreed to be my submissive outside of the internet.”
Nora let out a happy squeal.
“For a trial period. Then we’ll go from there.” And didn’t the dominant side of him just want to beat his chest and roar at the way it made him feel to call Dana his submissive, even if it was only a trial. He’d win her over. She wouldn’t be able to go back to vanilla relationships. He’d captivate her with his charm.
Yeah, he so would.
Ruby raised her brows and smiled. “It’s a start. So do you have any plans for her?”
Bastien grinned, flashing the women a whole lot of his pearly whites. “Oh yeah, I have big plans. Starting with tonight.”
Chapter Ten
Dana stared at the black satin box as though it had teeth. A UPS driver dropped it off after work with a note from Bastien. The note read:
“Meet me at Decadence. 9pm tonight. Wear the red dress you had on that first night. Wear what’s in the box underneath.”
It was almost 7:45pm. She needed thirty minutes to get to the club. Although she was freshly showered, make-up on, hair primped and ready, she’d been staring at the box for fifteen minutes. Theoretically she knew she had to open it, but opening it meant another step on her journey into submission.
Anything could be in that box. She’d seen a menagerie of BDSM adornments online from fancy nipple clamps to elaborate glass anal beads, from horse bridles to chastity belts. The box wasn’t big enough for some of those items but it could definitely hold clamps or anal beads.
A shiver ran down her spine. She’d never done anal, never thought she’d want to, yet some of the videos and things she’d read recently made her curious. She’d bet Bastien had done anal. A flush travelled through her, heated her skin and made her clit throb. The way he’d dominated her online featured in all her fantasies over the last few days.
She wouldn’t allow herself to get caught in an erotic daydream. Time ticked away and Bastien was waiting.
Dana lifted the lid from the box, moved aside the black scented tissue paper and picked up a deep red satin busier and matching panties. They were exquisite. Definitely high end from the quality of the material and stitching. She’d never buy something so expensive for herself. Although the design was plain, simple, they were sexy as sin.
A tiny card lay at the bottom of the box. She read it and her heart hammered in anticipation.
Wear these tonight under your dress. Don’t be late.
She imagined his deep, masculine voice growling the sentence in her ear. What did he have planned? The suspense was killing her.
Unable to stall any longer, she slipped on the panties and maneuvered herself into the bustier. Maneuver was the word as she’d never worn anything with bones down the side and eyehooks for buttons. The strapless bustier pushed her generous breasts against the cups and they spilled over in a way that was sexy rather than slutty. She did a few twirls in front of the mirror before stepping into her wiggle dress and heels.
Her cleavage looked hot, hot, hot. She wondered what Bastien would think.
“You’ll knock him dead,” she said to her reflection.
After a spritz of Bvlgari, she grabbed her clutch purse and headed outside to wait for the cab she’s ordered earlier.
The drive to Decadence passed in a blur. The driver tried to engage in conversation but when she nodded and gave one word answers, he gave up. She saw him checking out her cleavage a few times in the mirror. To be honest she couldn’t blame him. Those puppies were on display and looking for attention.
“Here we are Ma’am.”
She thanked him and got out. Thank god for cab apps. She didn’t think she could stop shaking long enough to pay the man. As she walked over to the entrance of the club, nerves jangled in her stomach along with trepidation. Tonight would be her second real life submissive experience. This time Bastien would be her actual Dom. She would wear a red wrist band to indicate she was taken.
Tonight was purely about her and Bastien. About discovery.
She smiled at the doorman and gave her name. He checked on his iPad, handed her a red wristband and motioned her inside. Her pulse hammered as she stepped over the threshold and her chest heaved as her breath came in shallow strokes.
Get a grip, Dana.
“Dana?”
When she heard her name, she turned and was surprised to see the two women who’d been with Bastien’s friends the first night at Decadence. She frowned, trying to remember their names and failing miserably.
The redhead had short choppy hair and a curvy body than her own. The other was taller and slimmer with a cap of dark hair. Both wore beautiful dresses—the redhead in a short, royal blue number; the brunette in an emerald green maxi dress.
“Hi,” the redhead smiled directly at Dana and stuck out a hand. Dana couldn’t fail to see the massive diamond rock on her ring finger as she accepted her handshake. “We’ve met briefly before, I’m Ruby.” She motioned to the brunette. “This is Nora.”
Nora gave a small wave and smiled, “Hi.”
Ruby continued, “Bastien sent us to guide you through Decadence”
She’d hoped he’d be here to greet her, settle some of the nerves raging inside.
Nora patted her arm. “Don’t worry. Bastien wants us to take you to him. The club is confusing if you don’t know where you’re going, and he said it was only your second time.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t here long enough to get my bearings.” After been spanked by Bastien she couldn’t even remember her own name, let alone the layout of the club.
“Come on, best not keep him waiting,” Nora looped an arm through hers and began leading her through the club.
A scene on stage at the end of the dancefloor caught her attention. There was a fairly big crowd all staring at the raised dais where a dark hair beauty with ebony skin sat on her knees, hands and breasts bound. Four men surrounded her, holding a variety of floggers and whips. Every few seconds one of them would bring the implement down on her thighs, then her breasts. Over and over until her skin began to blush.
Dana stood rooted to the spot, mesmerized. Heat rushed through her and settled in her pussy. She soaked the pretty red satin before Bastien got a chance to see. But the scene in front of her was hotter than hell.
“The management run shows like this in a regular basis. The guys on stage are seasoned BDSM practitioners, but sometimes they have newer members take part,” Ruby explained.
“Uh-huh,” Dana answered, still fascinated with the way the woman’s mouth formed a perfect O-shape every time a whip or a flogger connected with her flesh. Their slaps would definitely leave marks.
She wondered what it would be like to have a man mark her. One of her ultimate fantasies was not being able to sit down without feeling the pain of her Master’s marks. Her nipples tightened as her breasts swelled with need. She hoped Bastien would be a hard task master. She reveled in the thought of wearing his marks to work where no one could see them. She’d feel them every time she moved, but only her and Bastien would know they were there.
Nora touched her elbow and gently ushered her away. “Come on.”
They didn’t speak as they moved through the club. Dana’s senses were on ove
rload. Some people were dressed elegantly in tuxes and formal wear; some were leather and latex. People danced, drank and talked like in normal clubs, but the number of sexual acts on display from blowjobs to orgies told her this was definitely no ordinary club. She didn’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. Instead she felt downright horny.
They came to the back of the club and the mysterious corridor filled with numerous doors she’d seen on her first visit. Her nipples pebbled further and the silky panties rubbed against her swollen pussy lips, causing a delicious friction between her thighs.
“These rooms are themed rooms for people who want a little more privacy,” Ruby said before knocking on a door on the left.
She heard Bastien shout, “Come in” and her heart hammered. This was really happening. Right here, right now she was going to have her first kinky encounter with her Dominant.
“Go on,” Nora opened the door a few inches and nudged her forward softly. “It was nice meeting you, Dana.”
“You too,” she replied.
The nerves became a roaring tidal wave threatening to drown her. She shoved them down. The man behind the door was Bastien. Her Bastien. The man she worked with. The man who created amazing pastries and cakes. Who massaged her feet after a hard day. Who unleashed her kinky desires online and let them blossom.
Dana pushed open the door and stepped in.
When Ruby told her the rooms were themed, she’d never have guessed something this high-end. The room had real brick walls and beams along the roof. Along one wall stood a large stone fireplace with a roaring fire in the hearth. Two high-backed wooden chairs sat in front of it, facing the door. An iron candle chandelier hung from the ceiling. The ornately carved wooden four-poster bed dominated the space. It was decked out with thick brocade drapes. The room screamed medieval castle.
A large wooden chest sat next to the bed. On top of the chest she could make out various lengths of rope, vibrators and paddles of different sizes. Dana swallowed, hoping to get some moisture back into her dry throat.
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